A huge image of a dark churning sea appeared behind her, in this dark sea was a moving shadow so vast he could not even see it end.
The image was realistic almost like a recording. His memory of his own image was not clear but he was certain it was nowhere near being detailed like this.
It was illusory and feeble yet it still cracked his soul just because he used it for a moment.
His curiosity and desire to bear witness to a battle of this level grew to overwhelming proportions.
It almost triumphed his desire for safety, almost, because when her aura grew to multiple times it former self he knew it was time to bounce.
He tried to swim away but he felt as if he was dragging his body through a pool of rocks and clay.
The sea became so dense it took all of his efforts to barely swim a few dozen metres. He even used his haki but it did not help.
